i did not mean to forget to say good-bye but maybe it's true that you heard it anyway, you heard it at the end of the street as i drove away and we started stumbling between this night and tomorrow and i don't want to drive back i am ashamed. 02/21/2010
02/21/2010
I love the hell out of that first stanza. This has such a great form and flow to it.
this folder begs you to return again and again, a saga that calls to you, a box of truffles you can't help but savor again and again
